Sid Jerr-Dan & The Ramblers
Gracie Horse weaves stories into her songs. On L.A. Shit, her debut record with Wharf Cat, she takes us into the past half a decade of her life. We see her as a traveling nurse, living in big blue expanse of Wyoming, dancing with a man in a crisp white Stetson, eating chicken wings in a hazmat suit, commenting on how strange a place like Los Angeles can be, how loaded it is with wannabe cowboys and fast food restaurants. It’s a record of immaculate country music, the kind of stuff you’d put on blast in your truck as you drive down empty stretches of highway. It’s also a vulnerable record, full of lyrics about the intensity of being alive, all told with a sense of humor and self-awareness. While some of the songs on L.A. Shit are over a decade old, Gracie started writing the record in rd in earnest during the pandemic. She’s a nurse, injured her neck in the line of duty, and suddenly found herself out of work. She experienced a creative awakening, putting memories into words and melodies in her home studio that she shared with her husband. She did what all good country music should do: she created a patchwork of experiences in a way that is both deeply earnest and absolutely charming.